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I may not know what you're thinking anymore,
in fact i gave that up when you walked out the door.
I tried to be good, tried to stay fast but the
taste of your cigarettes still put me on my ass.
I hope he's good to you, I hope he treats you right.
I hope he helps you fall asleep at night.
I could use some of that, it's been far and few between.
Restless nights since last Halloween.
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Wholesome (instr.)
03:45
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And when we make up we can
tell our friends the stories of disaster.
of the "good old days" and
reparations made.
but until i will wear this knife
around my throat
and keep you close
to my heart.
Because I'm addicted to a
major kind of sadness
that either makes you cry
or makes you want to dance.
I don't know if I'm making
any progress but
the devil makes
work for idle hands.
and i can't wake up from this dream,
can we turn it down a notch?
I've never been the one for
giving up.
Now i'm living in an existential nightmare.
Can't decide whether to sink or to swim.
And I don't know how you can feel sorry,
when you're still having sex with her.
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if you listen closely
you can probably hear it.
the sound of the earth
turning on her axis.
i can see the stars
twinkling away,
i know they're not for me
but they take my breath away.
and if you were here
(and I know you're somewhere)
I'd rub your feet while you run
your fingers through my hair.
I'd hold you close,
tight to my heart
while you whisper in my ear
and tear my world apart.
I'm not sure what i'm doing,
i just know it feels good.
and i'm not one for feeling holy
but i'm pretty sure that something should.
and if you listen closely
you'll definitely hear it,
the sound of my brittle and
breaking bones.
and everywhere you look
you can see them,
the ghosts i make my friends when
i am alone.
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I'm trying to ignore my songs
are just old Dylan chords
recycled and painted
like they're new.
and i'm starting to rescind
all this dust in the wind
makes it hard to breath
but it's all i learned to do.
and i've yet to take a trip
on some magic swirling ship,
but if i ever did I'd surely know
trust the smiles but stay awake,
every single breath they take
is planted to reap just what they sow.
you can say a lot about the songs
you sing aloud at night
every time you think
you are alone.
the chords of chemical romances
are working through their dances
and yesterday will still be true tomorrow.
but they'll never really tell you
how alone you feel
sifting through your once stable bones.
and every instinct tells you
they've got some smoke to sell you
but no matter where you crawl
you're never home.
you've probably already passed me by.
that's okay, it doesn't matter,
the best i can every do is try.
if any words that i could say
would help you break your day to day,
well i'd write them down and sing them all to you.
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6. |
My New Ringtone
00:28
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God doesn't hate fags,
you are just an asshole.
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